"Okay, okay, I'll give you an explanation!" Seeing that the old monkey's expression and tone were even more arrogant, Zuo Hongan laughed in anger, suddenly jumped up and slapped Zhen Feng Liu with a palm.
"Good come!" Zhen Fengliu shouted loudly and greeted him, and his palms flew into each other and turned into a shadow of his palm.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise and a figure flew out.
However, this time it was Zhen Fengliu who flew out!
As soon as he fought, his shadow of the palm of his sky turned into nothingness. Zuo Hongan's palm, full of depression and anger, slapped his chest without any obstacles.
It was not until this time that three golden holy beads appeared on Zuo Hongan's forehead. The golden light was so solid and so dazzling.
"The master of the Sect is powerful and powerful, and he will defeat the powerful enemy and exalt the power of the broken moon!" Zuo Hong'an rarely takes action on weekdays, so many disciples do not know his true cultivation. When he sees the three dazzling golden holy beads, he is excited.
They kept cheering.
"What a strong enemy? I dare to make trouble for my Duanyue Sect with this little strength. I don't know how to live or die!" Zuo Hongan glanced at Zhen Fengliu who was lying on the ground and said disdainfully.
Although Zhen Fengliu's strength has reached the second level of the Emperor Saint, and is only one level away from him, the third level of the Emperor Saint, the gap is the gap. Such a huge gap is even something that ordinary saints can imagine, and he definitely has it.
Proud capital.
"Sect Master, how should this person be dealt with?" asked a disciple.
"What kind of treatment should be done? Just drag it out and find a place to bury it." Zuo Hongan said.
He has absolute confidence in his own strength. He is not only the third grade of Emperor Saint, but also the peak of Emperor Saint, and is only one step away from being able to advance to the fourth grade. Moreover, his ability to have such strength is entirely due to his diligence and hard work
Lian is completely different from Lu Xiuwen and others. Except for Su Liangyong, no one of the same level as the saints of other major sects is his opponent, and even the Holy Sect is no exception.
The palm just now was filled with anger, exerting his strength to the extreme. How could that old monkey still have life? What should I do if I don’t bury it? Could it be that I have to do a ritual for him?
"But we don't know his origin yet." The disciple said worriedly.
The other party is a second-level Emperor Saint. He died under the command of the sect leader. God knows what kind of trouble it will cause? But he doesn't know the other party's origin yet, and he doesn't know how to guard against it if he wants to be careful.
"How could there be such a vulgar person in the sect? Most of them are casual cultivators. If you die, you will die. Don't worry." Zuo Hongan said disapprovingly.
All major sects choose to choose disciples. Although they are mainly qualified, they must look at their appearance and at least they must be able to see them well. They can't take them out to lose face. It's just this old monkey.
How could it be that the appearance and taste are born in a sect? It is just a casual cultivator. If you die, you will die. Who will stand up for him?
"The Sect Master is right. Any normal sect will choose such a person as a disciple, which is almost blind." Hearing that the Sect Master said, the disciple felt relieved and walked towards Zhen Fengliu who was lying on the ground.
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After Zuo Hongan finished speaking, he stopped caring about Zhen Fengliu, but walked quickly towards He Yandao. Among the disciples of the Duanyue Sect, all the elite geniuses were wiped out. If the elder had any trouble, he would not know what to do.
What should I do?
"Ah, you..." As soon as he came to He Yandao's face, he heard the scream of the disciple behind him.